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Array ( [sid] => 108796 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Pugilist [time] => 2005-10-31 06:26:40 [hometext] => ...hot off the press...the tears are still warm on the parchment... [read with exaggerated punctuation] [bodytext] => The Pugilist


There are times,
far too many times,
when just your countenance knocks me to my knees...
There are times,
more times than I care to recall,
when your sneering soul bends me over,
choking and gasping for breath...
C----- J---- H--------,
There are times,
when time after time after time after time,
I take the hits,
knowing they belong to you...
Don't bother threatening me with your self-righteous anger.
You know there is truth in these words...
There, to, are times,
times when I so, so, so want to throw in the towel,
hit the showers,
cleanse your filth from my heart, soul, mind and spirit,
and finally,
at long last,
be done with you...

But,
with blood and sweat dripping, oozing from my body,
eyes swollen and urine seeping red,
collapsed limply in my corner,
head lowered between my knees,
weak and exhausted...
it's then my darling little trainer,
my precious heartbeat with soft, soulful, turned-up eyes...
It's then,
while her tears seek to mingle with mine,
she innocently pleads,
"Daddy...Daddy...Daddy...
don't give up, Daddy,
please, Daddy,
I Love you.
Please,
don't give up."
She squeezes my swollen hand in hers...
Our souls touch...
Then softly,
almost a whisper,
"Please, Daddy,
don't stop fighting...
I miss you so bad already..."

And with these precious notes caressing my heart,
the bell sounds.


October 30, 2005
Sunday
7:39 p.m.
rko
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The Pugilist

Contributed by enigma on Monday, 31st October 2005 @ 06:26:40 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



The Pugilist


There are times,
far too many times,
when just your countenance knocks me to my knees...
There are times,
more times than I care to recall,
when your sneering soul bends me over,
choking and gasping for breath...
C----- J---- H--------,
There are times,
when time after time after time after time,
I take the hits,
knowing they belong to you...
Don't bother threatening me with your self-righteous anger.
You know there is truth in these words...
There, to, are times,
times when I so, so, so want to throw in the towel,
hit the showers,
cleanse your filth from my heart, soul, mind and spirit,
and finally,
at long last,
be done with you...

But,
with blood and sweat dripping, oozing from my body,
eyes swollen and urine seeping red,
collapsed limply in my corner,
head lowered between my knees,
weak and exhausted...
it's then my darling little trainer,
my precious heartbeat with soft, soulful, turned-up eyes...
It's then,
while her tears seek to mingle with mine,
she innocently pleads,
"Daddy...Daddy...Daddy...
don't give up, Daddy,
please, Daddy,
I Love you.
Please,
don't give up."
She squeezes my swollen hand in hers...
Our souls touch...
Then softly,
almost a whisper,
"Please, Daddy,
don't stop fighting...
I miss you so bad already..."

And with these precious notes caressing my heart,
the bell sounds.


October 30, 2005
Sunday
7:39 p.m.
rko




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Re: The Pugilist (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 31st October 2005 @ 07:58:52 AM AEST
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Good, strong, passionate write.




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